Jolly good, and hello! Welcome to the next chapter in this saga: say hello to the British royalty. The autocrats who aim to purge freedom away from the colonies and Earth. Oh damn! It's up to Tre to find those Gundam pilots and fast! OK, the Sailor Moon element will come within the next five or six chapters so please be patient. Oh, one last thing, any British people who are reading this, I apologize in a advance if my use of the British as the enemy is offensive to you. I figured that they would try to take over the world as they did in the past before the American Revolution. I'm sorry if you are offended, truly! :) So read on and review please!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. And I don't own Sailor Moon, either. Tre Young/Sailor Universe and Pyrone Reigns I do own.
Chapter 8 - The British Royalty
"This is an excellent meal Neville," King Charles said.
He was a large barrel chested man of about 40 with fiery red hair and a bushy beard of the same color plus a booming voice that shook like thunder when he was angry. His green eyes pierced into a man's very soul and commanded respect and authority with just his stare. He stood at 6' 5", tall for most people in his country's colony.
His entire autocracy even did away with a Parliament. For the most part, his subjects fared well under his rule, however, some were very unhappy about his being in power and having so much of it.
Even his daughter and only child, Princess Elizabeth, was as haughty as her father or even more so at times. She was a beautiful girl of 19 years with flowing brown hair that reached her breasts when let down. Her ice blue eyes were cold and relentless, as if she were born with the eyes of Satan himself. Her visage was of unmatched beauty, for she looked far fairer than any supermodel known to the human race. Her body was thin but not frail and her breasts were large and soft. And her voice could seduce almost any man (AN: an almost example being Tre Young).
Tonight, the king was wearing a purple silk shirt tucked into purple breeches. Underneath, were pale purple stockings and black dress shoes with little red bows on them. His royal blue cape wrapped his shoulders and of course he was wearing his golden crown, the interior of which lined with red velvet of the finest quality. His regal daughter was wearing the same white gown that the former Queen Relena wore on her inauguration, her silver tiara set upon her flowing hair.
"Thank you, your majesty," the chef said.
"Yes, Neville, it is excellent," Princess Elizabeth said, "however, this soup is just too salty."
"I'll fire the soup cook."
"Thank you, Neville," the princess said.
"Well, daughter," the king spoke, "have you chosen a future husband yet?"
"Father, don't be silly," the princess laughed, "you know that Shawn Chamberlin is my betrothed."
"Shawn Chamberlin?" the king asked. "The mobile suit Wing Commander?"
"Yes father. He is to be promoted soon, I do believe."
"But isn't he a little old for you?"
"Nonsense, he is only twenty-four."
The king seemed to ponder this, then nodded. 'He is a smart military man and very good at directing his troops,' the king thought, 'not to mention his perfect record. Zero losses or draws! Well, all right then, it shall be done.'
Just then, Shawn Chamberlin, 45th Mobile Suit Division Wing Commander walked into the dining room. He was a tall, lean fellow with bleach blonde hair set into many spikes. His pale green eyes were always wide and alert, perched above his small nose. His chin was covered by a very short dark beard, while the rest of his face was cleanly shaven. A smirk crossed his pale face while he walked with an air of malice into the dining room. His red wing commander uniform was decked with many leaves of gold for his distinguished service, the many buttons that slanted from his shoulders to his waist gleamed of fresh polish, making the gold shine. A black cape surrounded his right arm and shoulder. This was Shawn "Spike" Chamberlin.
"Have no fear your majesties, Spike is here," Shawn spoke, bowing. He had a deep, yet reedy voice for someone of his age and rank.
"Rise," the king said. Shawn did so and walked to the chair nearest to the princess.
"Please sit," the princess said. Shawn sat down, staring into the eyes of his betrothed. Then the king cleared his throat and began to speak again.
"Now, Shawn, what is the news on the execution scheduled for this morning?"
"The one officer who managed to escape said that they were unsuccessful in their mission due to the fact that a Gundam showed up, sire," Shawn replied.
"A Gundam?"
"Yes, your Highness."
"Impossible, they were all blown up early last year."
"That's what I said to Private Denkins, sire, however he insisted that it was a Gundam we have never seen before."
"ONE WE HAVE NOT SEEN SINCE WHEN?" the king roared. His face was redder than his hair.
"Umm...I, couldn't get a straight answer out of him," Shawn faltered.
"You and your men had better find out which Gundam that is," the king seethed.
"Y-yes y-y-your Highness," Shawn stuttered.
"You are dismissed sir," the king said.
With that, Shawn stood and left. The dining room was quiet again, then Elizabeth got up and left. She met Shawn in the corridor, who was leaning against a wall, and had a private chat.
"That father of yours is a real stick in my craw," Shawn hissed.
"Ssh, don't talk," Elizabeth told him as she put a finger to his lips.
"Yeah, all right."
"Soon, we'll be wed, then we can kill my father and become the king and queen of the British, proud and determined to purge the earth and colonies of democracy and free will. Then we'll have all we want, we could do whatever we want."
"Your voice it sounds so soothing and yet I can't help but feel ravenous about you."
"Then take me."
She closed her eyes and thrust her lips onto his and they started to kiss. He turned her around and pressed her against the wall. Then, he started to paw her supple breasts as she wrapped her arms about his back. They released their lips for air and started probing each others mouths with their tongues. This went on for a minute and then she gently pushed him away.
"Not yet, my dear," she cooed to him.
She swung her hips suggestively as she sauntered away. He just stared after her for a moment and then went to the mobile suit hangar. The new Gundam Xonyx (AN: Pronounced "zoniks") was near completion, just another six months and it would be ready. The Gundam was supposedly to look like him in a black tank and loose olive green fatigues pants covered by black boots that reached the Gundam's knees. The many spikes that would be on the Gundam's head would be a sensor array capable of detecting heat, sound vibrations and sound waves, and radar energy.
'This should be quite the match for this new Gundam,' Shawn thought.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. And I don't own Sailor Moon, either. Tre Young/Sailor Universe and Pyrone Reigns I do own.
Chapter 8 - The British Royalty
"This is an excellent meal Neville," King Charles said.
He was a large barrel chested man of about 40 with fiery red hair and a bushy beard of the same color plus a booming voice that shook like thunder when he was angry. His green eyes pierced into a man's very soul and commanded respect and authority with just his stare. He stood at 6' 5", tall for most people in his country's colony.
His entire autocracy even did away with a Parliament. For the most part, his subjects fared well under his rule, however, some were very unhappy about his being in power and having so much of it.
Even his daughter and only child, Princess Elizabeth, was as haughty as her father or even more so at times. She was a beautiful girl of 19 years with flowing brown hair that reached her breasts when let down. Her ice blue eyes were cold and relentless, as if she were born with the eyes of Satan himself. Her visage was of unmatched beauty, for she looked far fairer than any supermodel known to the human race. Her body was thin but not frail and her breasts were large and soft. And her voice could seduce almost any man (AN: an almost example being Tre Young).
Tonight, the king was wearing a purple silk shirt tucked into purple breeches. Underneath, were pale purple stockings and black dress shoes with little red bows on them. His royal blue cape wrapped his shoulders and of course he was wearing his golden crown, the interior of which lined with red velvet of the finest quality. His regal daughter was wearing the same white gown that the former Queen Relena wore on her inauguration, her silver tiara set upon her flowing hair.
"Thank you, your majesty," the chef said.
"Yes, Neville, it is excellent," Princess Elizabeth said, "however, this soup is just too salty."
"I'll fire the soup cook."
"Thank you, Neville," the princess said.
"Well, daughter," the king spoke, "have you chosen a future husband yet?"
"Father, don't be silly," the princess laughed, "you know that Shawn Chamberlin is my betrothed."
"Shawn Chamberlin?" the king asked. "The mobile suit Wing Commander?"
"Yes father. He is to be promoted soon, I do believe."
"But isn't he a little old for you?"
"Nonsense, he is only twenty-four."
The king seemed to ponder this, then nodded. 'He is a smart military man and very good at directing his troops,' the king thought, 'not to mention his perfect record. Zero losses or draws! Well, all right then, it shall be done.'
Just then, Shawn Chamberlin, 45th Mobile Suit Division Wing Commander walked into the dining room. He was a tall, lean fellow with bleach blonde hair set into many spikes. His pale green eyes were always wide and alert, perched above his small nose. His chin was covered by a very short dark beard, while the rest of his face was cleanly shaven. A smirk crossed his pale face while he walked with an air of malice into the dining room. His red wing commander uniform was decked with many leaves of gold for his distinguished service, the many buttons that slanted from his shoulders to his waist gleamed of fresh polish, making the gold shine. A black cape surrounded his right arm and shoulder. This was Shawn "Spike" Chamberlin.
"Have no fear your majesties, Spike is here," Shawn spoke, bowing. He had a deep, yet reedy voice for someone of his age and rank.
"Rise," the king said. Shawn did so and walked to the chair nearest to the princess.
"Please sit," the princess said. Shawn sat down, staring into the eyes of his betrothed. Then the king cleared his throat and began to speak again.
"Now, Shawn, what is the news on the execution scheduled for this morning?"
"The one officer who managed to escape said that they were unsuccessful in their mission due to the fact that a Gundam showed up, sire," Shawn replied.
"A Gundam?"
"Yes, your Highness."
"Impossible, they were all blown up early last year."
"That's what I said to Private Denkins, sire, however he insisted that it was a Gundam we have never seen before."
"ONE WE HAVE NOT SEEN SINCE WHEN?" the king roared. His face was redder than his hair.
"Umm...I, couldn't get a straight answer out of him," Shawn faltered.
"You and your men had better find out which Gundam that is," the king seethed.
"Y-yes y-y-your Highness," Shawn stuttered.
"You are dismissed sir," the king said.
With that, Shawn stood and left. The dining room was quiet again, then Elizabeth got up and left. She met Shawn in the corridor, who was leaning against a wall, and had a private chat.
"That father of yours is a real stick in my craw," Shawn hissed.
"Ssh, don't talk," Elizabeth told him as she put a finger to his lips.
"Yeah, all right."
"Soon, we'll be wed, then we can kill my father and become the king and queen of the British, proud and determined to purge the earth and colonies of democracy and free will. Then we'll have all we want, we could do whatever we want."
"Your voice it sounds so soothing and yet I can't help but feel ravenous about you."
"Then take me."
She closed her eyes and thrust her lips onto his and they started to kiss. He turned her around and pressed her against the wall. Then, he started to paw her supple breasts as she wrapped her arms about his back. They released their lips for air and started probing each others mouths with their tongues. This went on for a minute and then she gently pushed him away.
"Not yet, my dear," she cooed to him.
She swung her hips suggestively as she sauntered away. He just stared after her for a moment and then went to the mobile suit hangar. The new Gundam Xonyx (AN: Pronounced "zoniks") was near completion, just another six months and it would be ready. The Gundam was supposedly to look like him in a black tank and loose olive green fatigues pants covered by black boots that reached the Gundam's knees. The many spikes that would be on the Gundam's head would be a sensor array capable of detecting heat, sound vibrations and sound waves, and radar energy.
'This should be quite the match for this new Gundam,' Shawn thought.